Dismembered

The whole world stopped turning, and the air had run stale. No, I cannot lie, you've before heard this tale. A desperate endeavor, a pathetic attempt. I, again, offer love, but am met with contempt. My soul is bled dry, and my corpse left to hang. My bones are left broken; incomparable pain. Another deception- just more lies of a love. At this point, he's killing me; slow, just for fun. He draws out my pain as he carves out my tongue. And reminds me my dream, it will never become. For all that I've wanted- out of this dreadful life.. ..was to simply be heard through my hurt and my Strife. He shamelessy smiles as he tears out the rest. Finds more pleasure in this than he'll ever admit. Can't be heard with no tongue! And to him, it's no matter. He tells me he's sorry, and that things will get better. But next on his list are my ears and my eyes. And its all for the sake of maintaining his lies. "You're simply unworthy", what he says as he burns them. Taking care to make sure I can't use them against him. But for some odd reason, (?) still find out his deeds. Pain too much to bear, and I fall to my knees. I'm mute, deaf and blind now, so it does not matter. At least, not to him; as my heart, he still shatters. Skin me alive- (and) string me up a noose. For I cannot handle this deadly abuse. Pushing me to the edge just to see if I'll fall. There is no pain in hurting me; no remorse afterall. A motionless face, as he makes his decisions. You see, he doesn't care (as) long as there's no witnesses. I'm dying in silence, all alone behind doors. Can no longer be heard, as blood covers the floors. I bleed & I bleed, wishing I would just go. For if I'm not worth loving, I do not want to know. Mutilated, dismembered; my body in pieces. But it does not compare to what level my grief is. I've wondered why this is the way that I'm "Loved". Or if I deserve it for something I've done. In the end makes no difference; bleeding like a stuck pig. Maybe, this time I'll die, so my pain finally ends.